One of the advantages of spending a weekend with my friends in Philadelphia is experiencing how others sleep. Both of my roommates, sometime past midnight, decided to begin snoring — as I waited for the slumbers of sleep to wash over me. One of them, whose initials are BJ, began quickly and made fast work of getting to his apex. He began to sound a bit like a honker. This continued for a good ten minutes when the other, whose initials are KZ, decided to take upon himself a contest between the two.
Snoring is one of life’s secrets, but KZ’s got it mastered.